My post-breakup angry metal phase has finally burnt itself out and I went to see Arthur Brown play in Liverpool last night. Excellent stuff! I picked up a copy of his new album while I was at it, so that's this evening's listening sorted, then.

Cheers all. I know there's not much I can do but ride it out. Pretty sure there's nothing I can do to change it. Despite having been (though I say so myself) an exemplary boyfriend, she appears to be an even better commitment-phobe. She dumped the last boyfriend in similar circumstances (flew home to visit family, dumped him when they got back). I didn't go with her on this trip, as he had reportedly made the last trip a nightmare and she deserved to spend some time alone with her family and friends. It does seem to be a recurring theme, though. I just hope she doesn't end up describing me in the same way she did him.

Not dealing with my sudden and unexplained singledom very well. It turns out I was rather attached to this one.

Logically, I know there's nothing I can do about it and I should just move on. Unfortunately, my body and brain are ganging up on me. I'm not sleeping, I'm turning the whole thing over and over in my head, looking for even the vaguest hint of an explanation, and I'm producing industrial quantities of adrenaline, which is leaving me fidgety, restless and irritable. To put this in some kind of context: I've been to the gym four times in the last week, just to give me an outlet. It hasn't helped.

Also unhelpful is the sudden and prolonged disappearance of all my friends, who I could *really* do with going for a drink with. I had to make do with a poor quality work's do on friday, which just made me feel worse. You know it's been a particularly bad weekend when you're glad to get back into work on Monday morning... :'(

*Edited to add: I have, at least, resisted the urge to contact her directly. I messaged her sister, to arrange to return some stuff and make sure she was doing OK. The sister - while not saying anything specific and sounding superficially sympathetic - made it very clear I should probably just go away.

Unceremoniously dumped, just when it seemed to be going quite well.As far as I can make out, there was no real problem beyond her being an even bigger commitment-phobe than me. Ah well - form an orderly queue, ladies...